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Chikni Soorat Tu Kahan Tha...

Close to a couple of decades before Katrina sizzled in Chikni Chameli, I associated the word Chikni with Aamir. Wondering? I drooled over Aamir's cute face in Chikni Soorat Tu Kahan Tha...and thought my man would be like him - perfect, witty and clean-shaven at every hour of the day.

Good old teen-age days when we fantasized and felt chiffon sarees can make us Yash Raj heroine. Sadly, truth is stranger spikier than fiction. Yes, Spikier! How would you feel when after a long tiring day, you dress up for your man and he takes pride in flaunting 5 O'clock shadow. Worse, acts as if it doesn't even exist. Helpless, huh!

Ladies, with a never die attitude here's how I embarked on the scruffy journey to convince my man to flaunt a Chikni Soorat even after 5 PM. As you all know - A picture speaks a thousand words, I e-mailed him these pictures yesterday morning.

For starters, even George Clooney doesn't look tempting in the evening stubble :(

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Remember, Moustache or Stubble, only Anil Kapoor can carry it off. Either be him or be Mr India, yeah, invisible :D

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Wisdom is not in facial hair, it is in the way you keep your ladylove happy. And that way definitely not leads to stubble :)

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To make my point very clear to my husband, aka CNBCFollower (yeah, that's his twitter handle), I sent him this link - your kissable factor. You see, I never wanted to leave any stone unturned. I waited patiently for his call or reply but to my utter dismay there was no response, not even a text. I started questioning my wit. I came back from Office drenched in a single thought, ‘Has he read that mail?’ Finally, as any wife would do, I sank into the household chores.

He came home, kept his things on the dinning table and went straight to the bedroom. ‘Oh! Something is definitely wrong!’ I went to check on him and there he was, shaving in the bathroom and an empty shopping bag was lying on the bed. I stepped in the bathroom and couldn’t miss two things; a new Gillette razor and a clean-shaven handsome man. Sorry Aamir, from now onwards I’ll associate ‘Chikni Soorat’ with my husband at every hour of the day…

Signing off with the video of the song that changed my evening. How??? Shhhh…now, that’s another story ;)

Haha!! Such a lovely personal touch to a contest post. :)To be honest I had never heard of this song before this, its hilarious. :D

About shaving off the evening stubble, I am not sure if I can follow that, I am more of a macho beard guy. B-) Sometimes I go on without shaving for weeks, which probably explains why I don't have a girl in my life. Hehe!! :P

Wow.. that was a refreshingly fun read. And with lovely little personal touches that made me smile all the way. I can totally relate to why women like their men to be clean shaven. :) And I would wait to read that post as to how that song changed your evening. :)

You are such a versatile writer. The way you come up with these contest posts is just amazing. The topics in general don't seem to be easy at all but you come up with a fascinating post every single time. Though the post is a simple one, I can imagine it is not as easy a task to write it. :)

That was simple yet a fun read.. I used to believe women always love rough looks but this contest has introduced me to reality!

And I don't like chikni surat look. Shaving is most boring job of this world! But then these days women are making their men crave.. so, I guess WE are not left wid many options but to SHAVE! :) All d best for contest..

Indeed, either get shaved or become Mr India. You have no idea how boring and monotonous shaving can be but then again, it's like a mark of cleanliness and discipline to some extent. Either stay clean shaved or keep a full grown beard. A stubble won't do.

Here's my take on this topic:http://road-to-sanitarium.blogspot.in/2012/12/showed-me-how-to-live.html

You know how marketing works and considering how much the general public is effected by stars, Hollywood or Bollywood is the right place to market a product. Thanks for reading and for your generous comment.

Wish you a happy new year. BTW, the video you shared is very insightful and I'll use few tricks here on my blog. Thank you :)

With this anti-stubble thing going around the blogosphere, I can't think of anything else but a good business for Gillette :)I agree with comments from Jay Singh, it is either you keep it well shaved or keep a full grown beard, but make sure it is neatly trimmed. I'm not so sure but don't you think there are women out there who like man with stubble? Different people have different likes and dislikes, and the best is to ask your wife or girlfriend which one she prefers :)

Of course, it's good business for Gillette. Even I agree with him. Actually it is all about having a clean look. When we take extra effort to look good, we expect our men to do the same. Yes, it is subjective too. You should ask your girlfriend/wife :)

Hahahaha, had a great time reading this post. Loved your creativity of linking the song and pics with your words...:) For me shaving is the last thing. It sometimes so irritating to shave almost every single day while going to office, but I guess now I have to do it..;)

I seriously thought women like men irrespective of whether they have beard or not, but I guess I was wrong. Your reply to Zunnur above makes perfect sense, "When we take extra effort to look good, we expect our men to do the same." Hope I find a girl who is fine with in either of the case, with or without beard...;) All the very best Saru, this is a sure shot winner.

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